The poet dreams so he cannot let you go

I feel it breathe deep and slow
Feed and watch the black dog grow
Feed him smoke and feed him wine
Feed him lust and love and lies

Taste the violence in his throat
Stare right down the cursed hole
Of the shadows, he is heir
In your heart, he makes his lair

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Cerberus, I dub you pain, three-headed fiend
A heart in chains, shadow sustained
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The poet feeds with the black dog at his throat

So swallow hard, force it down
From the beast, reclaim your crown
Pick him off, seal him up
Tell yourself the coffin's shut

Lightning flash and thunder roll
Grumbling sky clears its throat
Pray the storm will keep at bay
That not dead, but locked away

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